Chris Evans: Short Stories and Imagines

you give me premature ventricular contractions

Learning is the only thing the mind never exhausts, never fears, and never regrets.  – Leonardo da Vinci

summary: the time has come - you're graduating from med school! 

pairing: chris evans x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, some minor sexual innuendo

a/n: congrats to anyone graduating this year! You made it through some challenging and unprecedented times. But just remember the world is your oyster now!

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June is a prosperous month. June is full of new endings and new beginnings. June becomes your escape, an affirming venture that'll set you off in the real world as a sole practitioner.

And so the day has come. There is a wave of excitement, nerves, anticipation and relief intermingling amongst you and your peers. You saunter around in your decorated cap and gown, awaiting for the commencement coordinator to give your group some direction. Eventually you are approached by another lead who strategically lines you up in order of last name. Once you find your place, you draw in a deep breath and reflect on all your achievements leading up to this moment. The butterflies in your stomach flutter with the beating of your untamed heart. You were almost there. You were going to be a doctor. A medical professional. Helping and healing while serving under an mandated oath seemed like an pipe dream a few years ago when you were slaving over the MCAT exam.

You get an incoming text that you sneakily glance at.

Chris at 9:47 am:

'I hope it's not too late to say congrats lol — I love you and I'm so so proud of you baby. I promise to make it up to you when I get back. You have my word.'

And then there's him. Your biggest pillar of support. The man you met at the start of your time in med school. You were helpless of his exuding charisma and he always pushed you to be better. There was that beautiful give and take that has flourished over the period of your four year relationship. You exhale lightly after re-reading the text with some commiseration over the fact that Chris is far overseas filming, doing his job and leaving you empty of his presence.

'Thanks baby. I love you too, just about to walk the stage now. Let's talk later?' You keep your response simple because it's not the same as having your arms wrapped around him and sharing the sentiment. It's a vacant acknowledgment in place of the near future reunion you both would have at some point.

"Alright if everyone can slowly take their places, we're just about to start shortly." A woman summons the crowd with just the peek of her tiny, shrilling voice. The room immediately quietens down as people look to one another while standing around in long, single file line. "Just remember to listen for your name, walk up, face forward, wait for the stole to be placed and then walk up ahead, shake hands with the chancellor, registrar and dean, that's it. Pretty straight forward."

You are a bit unnerved but understanding of the process. The line moves steadily and you go up a small flight of stairs, getting closer to the bright white light that shines bright on the stage. There's some hushed whispers around, a radiating presence ahead and a woman who is pitched off to the side, cueing graduates up, one by one before she places a gentle hand on your shoulder and then guides you to follow the strip of red carpeting that is laid down on the stage.

"You're up m'dear and congratulations." She says cheerfully low and you pass her a thankful smile before you hold onto your bearings before being shown off to the world.

"Y/N L/N, specialization in Paediatrics." There is a soft round of applause coming from the giant amphitheater as you walk up and gracefully duck for the stole to placed. After the sash is laid, you strut your way over to shake each respective hand. You are overwhelmed with emotions as you eyes look into the crowd, briefly spotting your weepy eyed mother and your sister who is cradling your colicky nephew who dazes off on his own as she points him out to you. You blow them kisses before you see another familiar soul standing next to your sister.

You exhale out a gust of air when you see your beautiful Chris in the flesh, still clapping and mouthing the words 'you did it.'

He's made it to you. Your mom smiles at him like any mother would as you step off the stage with newfound love and joy.

After the speeches are made and the ceremony comes to a happy conclusion. You are back on your feet, surfing the crowd for your family who are just as eager to see you. Your mind is still buzzing on about him, you were trouncing for his caring touch, the words he'd praise you with and the love he'd have for you.

"Y/N!" You see your sister frantically waves you down as you cross the foyer. Your smile goes on for miles when you swoop each of them into hugs as they congratulate you.

"I'm so proud of you bunny." Your mother says who in the moment misses your father knowing that he would've been just as proud, if not more.

"Thank you for everything ma." You stay in her protective embrace as she rubs your back. While holding onto each other for some time, your eyes look up to see Chris patiently awaiting his turn. He has one hand in his trouser pocket while the other is hidden behind him, shielding you away from his (not so) little gift to you.

Your mother gives you two the space to talk as she and your sister congregate among themselves.

"Aren't you supposed to be in France with all the nose up Parisians?" You poke fun of your real life Prince Charming who bows his head and chuckles.

Chris did the right thing. He's crazy about you. Crazy enough to get on a last minute flight just so he could make it to your graduation in time. He wanted to preserve the element of surprise and chose not to tell you, aside from your family who knew all too well and stood around with impervious looks on their faces. Guilty as charged.

"And miss this? Not a chance." He leans down to kiss your fulsome lips as you're nearly on your tippy toes, expectant of usual business. But then as you pull away from the peck he presents you a large bouquet of plush pink peonies that were wrapped in brown craft paper and twine. "For you — congratulations my love."

"Thank you sweets, these are absolutely gorgeous." You marvel at the arrangement and Chris beams at his prime selection.

"Like yourself." He states momentarily before he holds up a finger and flashes you an envelope.

"Ooh what is it?" You sing while taking it from his hands and inspecting Hallmark indentation that kept the contents sealed in.

"Open it and see for yourself babe."

You hand him the bouquet first and then tear open the envelope. "There better be money in this."

"It's even better."

"Doubt it." You pull back the flap and yank out a card. It's not some generic congratulatory card but it's one that's befitting for the occasion and makes you cackle.

"You give me premature ventricular contractions?" You turn the hand drawn card up for show while arching a brow. You were well aware of the cheeky reference and couldn't help but contain a smile that defiantly breaks free. "You're such a dork."

"And yet you found it funny." Chris salutes.

"No I love it. Thank you baby." You size him up for another smooch to which he happily obliges and continues for a length of time. Kissing him is an absolute dream and neither of you dare to stop, that is until Chris thinks out loud.

"You know there is something else that you give me prematurely." Chris huskily says against the crown of your lips and your doctor brain goes haywire in knowing this.

"Christopher!" You gasp outwardly when you feel the bearing of his crotch grinding into you as he stubbornly holds you flush against his body. Chris flirts with laughter when it becomes known to the world that it's just you and him.